Apu Kolki Hirka, by Macedonio Villafán Broncano. (Excerpts in Quechua and English)

Apu Kolki Hirka / Dios Montaña de Plata © Macedonio Villafán Broncano. 2007.

Selection, introduction, and translation from Spanish © Andrea Echeverría Langsdorf

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Macedonio Villafán Broncano (Peru, 1949) is a Peruvian writer and educator recognized for his contributions to contemporary Andean literature and for his work in revitalizing the Quechua narrative tradition. Born in the region of Áncash, his writing draws deeply on the Andean cultural world, oral memory, and the historical tensions shaped by colonization and extractivism in the Peruvian highlands. 

Villafán’s work is distinguished by its ability to bring Western narrative forms into dialogue with structures rooted in the Andean worldview, particularly the centrality of community, orality, and a living relationship with the land. In his novel Apu Kolki Hirka (1997), he gives voice to a mountain that recounts centuries of mining exploitation, offering an Andean perspective in which nature is understood not as a resource, but as a living subject. His writing thus emerges at the intersection of memory, territory, and historical conflict, constituting a powerful literary intervention that invites us to rethink the relationship between community, spirituality, and modernity in the contemporary Andes. 
Below are selected excerpts from Apu Kolki Hirka. In this bilingual narrative in Quechua and Spanish, the apu—a mountain-deity—recounts centuries of history through a non-linear temporality, revealing the sacred bond between Quechua communities and the land, as well as the progressive devastation brought about by colonial invasion and its ongoing expression in contemporary extractive capitalism.

Pasaypa unay patsachooqa Kutakancha runaakunam shayaamurqan; unaypeq kuyamaqnii ayllu runakuna. Kuyaynin Qanchis Qocha kinrayninpam llamankunata, wikuñankunata mitsiyaq paykuna. Tsay mitsiqninkunam tariyarqan qaqakuna raqranpa qellaynii pashtaykaqta; tayta Intiwan chipapaypa chipapaykaqta. Paykunan willakuyarqan yachaq awkinkunaman: “Tayta Kolki Hirkapa pachankunachoomi sellaama shumaq qellay chipapaakuykan”, nishpa. Tsaymi ayllukarkur shayaamorqan. Imatapis manaraq aylluyaptinmi, tayta Amaru, punuyninkunallachoo willapaanaq: “Tsay qellayta munarqa, tayta Kolki Hirkapaqmi qaraynin churayaapunayki”, nishpa. Tsayta wiyaykurmi shayaamurqan qarayninkunawan, takinkunawan, tushoq runankunawan. Allaapa shumaqmi shaqshankuna tushuykayaamurqan, tinyankunawan, pinkullunkunawan, kuyaynin Qanchis Qochapa kuchunkunachoo, yakun chipapaykaptin. Llapaa apu hirkakunapam nawiikunapis, rinriikunapis allaapa kushirirqan. Tsay takikunata wiyar Tayta Amarupis allaapam kushirirqan hina; patsa rurinchoo hatun kuru kayninta kuyuqraaratsirqaran paypis. (p. 5-6)

“I am the old Colquijirka, the mountain or hill of silver, inhabitant of these immense cordilleras of the serpent god Amaru. I am the venerated one of ancient ayllus, their great Apu or Mountain God. For good or ill, for fortune or misfortune, I have offered the mineral of my entrails to all who came to ask for it in good spirit. Since when? Since how many pachacutis or great changes? As if it were only today, I remember it despite the passage of time. And now that they have exhausted the mineral I could offer, seeing how the mining workers leave with their children and their poverty; hearing the voices of the dead in the wind flooding me with their nostalgia, within me I remember… “(p. 5-6)

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Tsaymi noqaqa achka qellayniita pashtaratsipurqaa. Kushikuymi urya kaq tsay patsachaw. Kallpankunawan yanapanakur, kushikuypa uryarmi qellayta raslla aylluriyarqan. Tsaypitanam takiraakun apakuyarqan qellayniita, Qanchis Qochapeq yarqoq Tampu mayu uranpa. Markanman chaarirnam wayra tullpankunachoo ñanpuyaaratsir, ichikllallan qellaypeq shumaq murukunata, waatakunata ruraykur, Mama Pachapaq, noqakuna apukunapaq, Qanchis Qochapaq, churayaamurqan, tamya kananpaq, mikuy achka kananpaq, waatankuna mirananpaq; ari paykunaqa Tampu mayu aywaqchoo quñu patsapita rara punakamam murupakuyaq, waatapakuyaq. Tsaynoo llapanta rurayarmi shumaq kawakuychoo kakuyaq: Mama Pachata kuyashpa, apukunata kuyashpa, Qanchis Qochata kuyashpa; llapan imaykachoopis yanapanakushpa, kushiypa uryashpa… (p.8) 
Tsay patsachawpis kushikuymi urya kaq llapanpaq (p.10)

Then I made my silver spring forth abundantly. Work was a joy in those times. Joining their forces and working joyfully, they gathered my silver. Then, dancing, they carried the metal to their ayllu, descending along the banks of the Tampu River that flows from the Qanchis Qocha lagoons. Upon reaching their village, smelting it in their wind furnaces, they made fruits and little animals of silver that they placed as offerings to Mother Earth, to us their gods, to their Qanchis Qocha, so that there would be rains, so that their cultivated fields would bear fruit, so that their animals would multiply. For in that Tampu River basin they cultivated and raised their animals from the warm lowlands to the cold high punas. By doing everything in this way, they had achieved good living; venerating Mother Earth, Qanchis Qocha, the mountain gods, helping one another, working with joy… (p.8)

All the peoples kept my great mandate in mind. They never forgot it. (p.10)

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Tsayraykurmi Manko Inka ninqan, tayta Inti yarqamuq markakunapita, Willkapanpa markachoo runankunawan imanoo tsay shaprakunata hitaytapis musyayanqanyaq, chaskikunata kachamunaq: kutakancha wawqintsikkuna tayta Kolki Hirkachoo uchkukunata alliq tsapaykuyaatsun, nishpa. Tsaymi Tampu mayuman hitarkuyarqan Mama Killapa wayinpaq achka qellay aylluyanqantapis; Atawallpata kachariyaananpaq qellayta qorita Qosqopita achka llamakunawan chaskinkuna apaykaayanqantapis Qanchis Qochamanmi hitarkuyarqan hina, sapa Inkanta wanutsiyanqanta musyaykur. (p. 12)

Everyone was astonished by how the Spaniards coveted gold and silver. The ransom that the Inca Atahualpa gave them in Cajamarca, filling a room so that they would grant him freedom, had meant nothing to them. Because immediately, without showing respect to the gods, they began to take the gold and silver from the temples; they even began to destroy the temple of the ancient Chavín gods; from the great temple of Qoricancha they took all the gold and silver of the gods. They said that the ambition of those bearded wiracochas for gold and silver was so great that they even killed one another. (p.12)

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Chaykaayarqan pasaypa hatun kaq vetaaman. Hina kutipaykuryanmi, Toruupis, Mukiipis, runaakunapis capatazninkunata, willapaq: Achka mineraltam apakuykaayanki; Tayta Kolki Hirkapaq achka qaraynin churayay, nishpa. Tsay shumaq wayinkunachoo, asikuyaqmi mandakuqninkuna, imayka asikuypaqnoo niyanqan kanqantanoopis. Allaapam piñaykurqaa shunquuchoo. 
“-Tayta, kaykunata kallpaykita musyaratsishun...” (p. 40)

They were already reaching my greatest veins. Reiterating many times, my bull, my muki, my runas warned their overseers saying: they are taking large quantities of mineral; make great offerings to Father Kolkijirka. But their bosses laughed in their luxurious offices as if the warnings were a joke. An immense rage grew in my spirit.  

“Show them your power, father.” (p. 40)


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Andrea Echeverría Langsdorf is an Associate Professor at Wake Forest University. She earned her doctoral degree in Latin American Literature and Cultural Studies at Georgetown University. She is the author of Yeyipun en la ciudad. Representación ritual y memoria en la poesía mapuche (Editorial Universidad de Guadalajara, 2021) and El despertar de los awquis: migración y utopía en la poesía de Boris Espezúa y Gloria Mendoza (Paracaídas Editores & UNMSM, 2016), as well as of several academic articles published in journals such as Latin American and Caribbean Ethnic Studies, Latin American Research Review and the Canadian Journal of Hispanic Studies. She is currently working on a book that studies Mapuche visual art.

Apu Kolki Hirka © Macedonio Villafán Broncano

Selection, introduction, and translation from Spanish © Andrea Echeverría Langsdorf ~ Siwar Mayu, May 2026


Seven poems, by Gloria Cáceres

From Musqu Awaqlla (2021), and Yuyaipa k’anchaqnin (2015) © Gloria Cáceres Vargas

Selection, and translation from Quechua © Fredy Amílcar Roncalla

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Gloria Cáceres Vargas is an Andean educator, narrator and poet. In Peru, she has worked as consultant for the Intercultural and Bilingual Education Office of the Ministery of Education, and as Dean of the Social Sciences and Humanities at Enrique Guzmán y Valle National University of Education. In Paris–France, she has offered Quechua courses at the National Institute of Languages and Civilizations (INALCO); as well as Spanish and Latin American civilization courses at the University of Paris 3 Nouvelle Sorbonne, and the University of Cergy-Pontoise. She has published Reqsinakusun (1996), Munakuwaptiykiqa (2009), Wiñay susqayki (2010), Yuyaypa k’anchaqnin / Fulgor de mis memorias (2015), and Musqu Awaqlla / Tejedora de Sueños (2021). She translated into Quechua Warma Kuyay and other stories (2011) by José María Arquedas. The following poems from her last two books were selected and translated from Quechua to English by Fredy Amílcar Roncalla. The eroticism of this poetry–attentive to the voices of the wind, the rain and the sacred mountains, Apus–empowers the voice and body of Andean women, and the richness of the Quechua language to sing them.

Puquy mitapa saqaqay rapinkuna

Puquy mitapa saqaqay rapinkuna
Vivaldipa musikanman
challpuykuwan.
Hanaq pachapa waqaynin chay puquy mitapi
maypi urmasqa rapikuna
llimpisqa pampata awanku
yupiyta chaskinanpaq.

Violinkunapa tunadanwan
sunquypa patpatninkunawanpas qispirimuni 

kuskasqa chakiywan tusunaypaq
chay llimpillasqa pampapi.
Sallqa sunquytaq
kuyakuyta munapayaspa
qiwiykachakun.
Hatunkaray tunada
puriykunata huk kitiman
pusaykun.
Chaypim arpapa violinpa
miski waqaynin
llaqtaypa uchuk paqchanpa
musikanwan musquchiwan.

Aysachakuq musikam,
Vivaldipa wata mit’ankunawan
yuyayniykiwanpas
musquchiwan,
karumanta hamuspa
ama waqaspalla, niñachay
sunquyta ninku.
Huk puquy mitapa rapinkuna, mawk’ayaspaña
wayrawan maymantachá hamunku.

Fall sounds

Gentle sounds of autumn
fill me with
Vivaldi’s music.
Falling leaves of celestial sounds
weave a colorful tapestry
for my steps.

This realm of color
is where my feet dance happily
following violin melodies
and my wild heart
yearns for love beat
by beat.
This great song
brings my path to realms
where sweet harp and violin notes1
remind me the sounds
of my town’s small waterfall.
That uplifting music
makes me dream about Vivaldi’s stations
while your distant memory
comes around and says
Don’t cry no more, dear.

Suddenly aged
the autumn leaves
travel with winds
from unknown places.

1 Most indigenous traditional music in Peru is played with harp and violin. It is also said that musicians learn their melodies in sacred waterfalls (translator’s note.)

Parapa sunqun tapsikun 

Parapa sunqun tapsikun
chillikukuna mana usyaq
llakinta takiptinku.
Parapa sunqun llakikun
pisqukuna qasikayta maskaspa
ripuptinku.

Parapa sunqun upallakun
timpupa marqankuna
mana llakikuspa muyuykachaptinku.
Parapa sunqun kusikun
killa hunt’api mana samaspa
tusuptinchik.

Ñuqataq, parapa sunqun kayta munani
qamwan musqukunaypaq.

The rain’s heart trembles

The rain’s heart trembles
when the crickets
sing their infinite despair.
The rain’s heart is saddened
when the birds leave
looking for peace.

The rain’s heart becomes silent
when the arms of time
turn around over and over.
The rain’s heart gets happy
when we dance under
the full moon.

And I want to be the rain’s heart
to dream about you.

Parapa llimpin

¿Ima llimpiyuqmi para qaraykiman chayaptin?
¿Ima llimpiyuqtaq ñuqapa qarayman chayakuptin?

¿Ima llimpiyuqtaq llimpikuna kachachaykunapas,
pukllaysapa kuyakuyninchik tinkuptinku?

Huk kutikunaqa parapas ninapas kanchik,
hukkunataq qawapayaq mancharisqa phuyukuna.

¿Ima llimpiyuqtaq pacha, para wayllukuptin
kuskachakuq kusikuynin tusuchiptin?

¿Ima llimpiyuqtaq mayu llapanta aytiptin
para mana riqsisqanman ayqikuptin?

Huk kutikuna wayrapi puqpu kani,
hukkunataq llimpipa llipipiqnin.

¿Ima llimpiyuqmi qiwa chaskiwaptinchik,
maypi kuyakuyninchik maytukuyta maskaptin?

¿Ima llimpiyuqtaq manchakuyniy munakuyniypas
kawsaypa k’anchaqnin wañukuchkaptin?

Huk kutikuna hanaq pacha uqhusqa ch’imsikunawan
rupayniykunata qasillachin.

Rainfall colors

What is the color of the rain when it reaches your skin?
And what color is it when it reaches mine?

What is the tonality when our sparks and color
get mixed in our playful loving encounters?

Sometimes we are rain and fire,
and some others shy clouds afar.

What is earth’s color and the loving rain
when they dance their encounter happily?

What is the color of the river that cleans everything
after the rain leaves to unknown places?

Sometimes I am an air bubble,
and some others a spark of color.

What is the color of the foliage that welcomes us
when our passion seeks shelter?

What is the color of my fears and tribulations
when the light of life fades away?

Sometimes the universe calms my fire
with subtle humid gestures.

Now the rain has arrived dressed in light
illuminating my solid shadow
and bringing the messages of the Apus.2

Infinite rain of color!
Your heart is the color of the one who loves you,
generous and beloved rain.

2 Apu refers to the local gods, mostly guardian mountains (translator’s note.)

¿Pitaq kani?

k’anchaptin llantuyta maskakuni
qawarikuspa k’atatani
ch’in niqpi sunquykita
uyarini.

Intipa sunkanpi
musquyniy k’añakun.
Hanaq pachapa llimpi uchpakuna
tuta cayanankama mayt’uykuwan.

Urqukunapa kallpan
mana llakikuspa saqiwan.
kachiyuq wiqiywan
chinkaq yupiykunata aytini.

Mana usyaq kusikuywan
tusustin suyayki.

Yachankiñachu kunan
¿pitaq kani?

Who am I?

I look for my shadow when the light shines,
and tremble seeing myself.
I hear your heart
silently.

My dreams burn
in the sun.
Colorful ashes in the sky
cover me until nightfall.

The power of the mountains
depart mercilessly.
I rinse my lost steps
with salty tears.

I am waiting for you with a dance of infinite joy.

Now, do you know who I am?

Muskakuptiyki

Muskakuptiyki
mayuqa karunchakuspa
qasilla tukuq
sunquykihina.

Ichaqa chayqa
maqanakuyllam,
munakusqaykipi
munakusqaywan.

Mana imanaykiqa
manañam tapsiwanchu.
Chayqa chipayllam
mallkuchiwanaykipaq.

When I look for you

When I look for you
the distant river becomes quiet
just like your heart.

That is just
a contest
between you
and my desire.

Your indifference
no longer bothers me.
It’s just a trick
to make me want you.

¿Chaypiraqchu kachkanki?

Sichus takyi manaña
iñiq sunquykita takinchu,
¡imanasaqma!
Qamqa, huk wayllukunawan.
Ñuqataq, kaypi, qunqayniykiwan…

Mayuhinam kawsay
richkan patpatyastin
sapa muyuriyninpi
K’iriykunata hamp’istin.

¿Chaypiraqchu kachkanki?
Manañam uyariykichu.

¿Ichapas pasapuniña
huk tiqsi-pachaqunaman?

Are you still there?

If my voice no longer
sings to your heart,
What am I to do?
You have other loves
And me, here, forgotten.

My life flows
like a river
trembling in each meander
and healing my wounds.

Are you still there?
I no longer hear you.

Perhaps I have departed
to other realms.

Kaypiraqmi Kachkani

Kaypiraqmi kachkani
Apukunata suyastin.
Karumantam hamuchkanku
sayk’usqa, maqanakusqnmanta.

Takanakusqakum
musqunchikrayku
wawanchikrayku
qichusqa yuyayninchikrayku.

Ichapas nimuwanman
takiy kallpachasqankuta
ichapas munachiwanman
kuyakuq puka rosas waytata.

Tiqsimuyu patanpi
wiñay unanchayninta suyani.

¡Kusikuyllam!

I am still here

I am still here
waiting for the Gods.
They are coming from afar
tired of fighting each other.
They fought
for our dreams
our children
and our dispossessed memory.

Maybe they can tell
if my singing makes them stronger.
Maybe they could make me want
a loving red rose flower.

At the outer limits of the world
I wait for their eternal mandate.

Happily!

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The translator

Fredy A. Roncalla was born in Chalhuanca, Apurimac, Peru in 1953. He has studied linguistics and literature, in addition to a long journey in Andean Studies, with a special focus on aesthetic elements. He is also a handcraft artist who works with recycled materials. He has published poetry and essays in diverse online and printed publications. He is the author of Canto de pájaro o invocación a la palabra (Buffon Press, 1984); Escritos Mitimaes: hacia una poética andina postmoderna (Barro Editorial Press, 1998); Hawansuyo Ukun words (Hawansuyo/Pakarina Ediciones, 2015); and Revelación en la senda del manzanar: Homenaje a Juan Ramírez Ruiz (Hawansuyo/ Pakarina, 2016). He is currently working on Llapan llaqtan: narrativa y poesía trilingüe/ Llapan llaqtan: trilingual poetry. His trans-Andean projects can be foundin the virtual ayllu: Hawansuyo Peruvian Bookstore, Churoncalla.com, y Hawansuyo.blogspot.com

From Musqu Awaqlla (2021), and Yuyaipa k’anchaqnin (2015) © Gloria Cáceres Vargas

Selection, and translation from Quechua © Fredy Amílcar Roncalla ~

Siwar Mayu, January 2024

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